Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 386: The Old Ruffian: As long as the little girl is okay, feel free to make a fuss

Chapter 386: Chapter 386: The Old Ruffian: As long as the little girl is okay, feel free to make a fuss

Qin Ruan remembered!

She had seen this thing in the Netherworld.

It was with the Underworld King, who attached great importance to this crystal coffin.

Since it related to what was beneath them, Qin Ruan immediately shook her head to deny it: "It’s possible I misremembered, the two are still different, the pattern on the coffin is not the same."

Upon hearing this, Donald’s eyebrows slightly raised, as if he did not perceive her delay. He waved to his clan members behind him and was the first to walk toward the third master and Qin Ruan.

The clan members behind him also carried the crystal coffin and followed.

As for Nicholas, his arms were crossed and leaning against the display case. He watched disinterestingly, even sneaking in a yawn when no one was paying attention to him.

Donald stood in front of the third master and Qin Ruan, his deep blue eyes focusing on Qin Ruan, "Madam Huo, do you still remember the favor you promised me?"

"Of course, I remember."

Qin Ruan put her cell phone on the table and stood up.

Her cold face showed a faint smile, even though she was shorter than Donald, her aura was not inferior to his.

The powerful aura she emitted around her clashed with Donald’s bloodthirsty aura, producing a deadlock.

Qin Ruan lips slightly curved, she spoke lightly: "Donald, let’s make one thing clear, anything I do requires remuneration."

Donald proudly responded: "The wealth owned by the Rasambo Family is beyond Madam Huo’s imagination."

Qin Ruan chuckled, she raised her index finger, shaking it at him, "I don’t want money."

Her words were slow, and her tone conveyed a hint of unspeakable meaning.

Donald frowned, "Then what do you want?"

"We can discuss what I want later, let’s first examine your mother." Qin Ruan walked toward the crystal coffin.

The Rasambo Blood Clan members who were carrying the crystal coffin backed off. Their eyes were alertly fixed on Qin Ruan, their pale faces almost alike, expressionless.

Qin Ruan stopped, her deep gaze turned towards them, "What? You want to save your queen but won’t let me take a look?"

Donald waved at them, directing, "Put mother down."

The Blood Clan members immediately put down the crystal coffin; they stood in front of the coffin and saluted Donald.

Their right hand resting on the left shoulder, slightly bending over, every move carried an air of nobility.

After finishing the salute, they one after another retreated, standing at the end of the crystal coffin and saluted the queen, Mariana Rasambo, who was lying inside.

Qin Ruan walked close to the crystal coffin, reaching out to touch the exquisite patterns on it.

It looked exactly the same as the crystal coffin she once saw at the Underworld King, down to the minute details; the patterns of the flowers on the other side were all vividly engraved.

Donald came to Qin Ruan’s side, looking at his mother lying in the coffin, he spoke softly, "Madam Huo, my mother’s body started decaying out of the blue some time ago. The crystal coffin has the ability to preserve the body from being destroyed. It has been in the possession of the Rasambo Family for thousands of years and no such thing has ever happened before."

Qin Ruan moved her hand to the front of the crystal coffin, allowing her to clearly see the position of Queen Marina Rasambo’s facial features.

Through the crystal coffin, she could clearly see the queen’s enchanting and extravagant face.

Qin Ruan projected a burst of energy from her hand, sliding the coffin lid open, a thick smell of blood spread out.

Donald showed no reaction, but the other Rasambo Blood Clan members on the opposite side, each showed their red eyes, giving Qin Ruan a hostile look.

Qin Ruan waved her hand, fanning the stench of blood entering her nostrils.

This decaying smell, mixed with the smell of blood, was honestly nauseating.

When the smell became lighter, Qin Ruan approached the crystal coffin again, casting her gaze on Queen Mariana who was lying inside.

Her face was enchanting and delicate; she looked to be about thirty years old.

Qin Ruan glanced at Donald, he and Mariana looked more like siblings rather than mother and son.

She curiously asked Donald, "How old is your mother?"

A slightly surprised look flashed in Donald’s eyes, he recalls, "Over two thousand years old, I don’t remember the exact age."

Qin Ruan grimaced.

Huo Chuan, who had been quietly reporting to the third master, also heard Donald’s words and his speech paused.

His eyes slightly widened. This rugged man was also shocked.

Only the third master, elegantly crossing his legs, remained calm and composed.

He looked back, seeing Qin Ruan who was standing by the crystal coffin.

As long as the girl was fine, she could tinker as she pleased.

Third master turned back to Huo Chuan, who had already regained his composure, and ordered in a low voice, "Decline Nangong Chang’s invitation citing my poor health. The madam is pregnant and therefore can’t attend either. As for the second brother, he can do as he pleases—attendance optional."

Huo Chuan bowed slightly, "Yes, I will handle it in a bit."

The third master toyed with the plump Buddha beads on his wrist, speaking in an indifferent tone, "In the future, all invitations to the madam are to be declined. I don’t need to be informed."

Hou Chuan nodded, "I understand."

Since taking Qin Ruan to the wedding of Nangong Chang and Xiao Wenruo, except for visiting the Long Family, all other visits had been refused by the Huo Family citing Madam Huo’s ill health.

The third wanted to reduce Qin Ruan’s stress as much as possible. Recently he noticed that her mood was occasionally unstable due to her pregnancy.

He always felt that Qin Ruan wasn’t as close to him as before.

However, the affectionate and intimate acts she occasionally displayed made the Third Master doubt whether the previous estrangement had been a misconception.

After cohabiting for these days, the third master still regarded Qin Ruan as a child. With the added pregnancy hormones, it was best to comply with her at all times.

Unaware of the third master’s careful considerations, Qin Ruan stood in front of the crystal coffin, looking down at the Blood Clan queen in the coffin, she disliked the strange smell.

It smelt like decaying flesh mixed with the smell of blood.

Just as Qin Ruan was about to touch Marina lying in the coffin, Donald immediately reached out to intervene. He grabbed Qin Ruan’s wrist and asked coldly, "What are you doing?!"

Huo Zhi, who had been lacking in presence, immediately stepped forward.

A exquisitely crafted weapon was in her hand, threateningly resting against Donald’s temple.

Huo Chuan and the hidden guards who were standing around them without making their presence known swarmed forward.

Facing their master in danger, they were like drawn swords, their malicious and murderous aura ran wild.

Members of the Rasambo Blood Clan were not to be outdone. Although they were fewer in number, each of them was more than human.

The Blood Clan prided themselves on being immortal, regarding humans as inferior creatures.

"Release our king!"

The leader of the Blood Clan was a young-looking man with a resonant voice, his tone carried a trace of scorn.

Qin Ruan stared at the pale hand that Donald was using to grasp her wrist and frowned deeply.

Following the hand, she looked at Donald, "Don’t you want to save your mother?"

Donald didn’t release Qin Ruan’s wrist, a look of hesitation crossing his handsome face, he finally said, "You can’t lay a hand on my mother."

"Then please leave."

The third master’s displeased and cold voice rang in their ears.